I Like Your Pheromones Novel Novels & Stories

"Such a beautiful woman, all alone in a bar" "Who are saying that I am alone ?" She answers, flipping her hair. Her feminine scent and the heavy musky aroma tickles my nostrils. Poor Girl, Your pheromones give you away. This fishing trip is as easy as fishing in a fishtank. How disappointing, but it doesn't matter. My thoughts are going to be on the two beautiful girls anyway, especially my newfound desire for the new one in the corset, so I am going to fantasize about her as I filet this fish.

“I saw Reign heading to your bedroom, she said you instructed her to clean it” “You spoke with her?” “Yeah, I did. Did she just exit this office?” He asked as he kept giving me the creepy queer look. “Yes she…” “Ahah! Then what do except? It’s her pheromone and because she’s your mate and you can perceive it. How can you even ask me such a question? Some Alpha you are!” He mocks and slams the book he came with on the table. “The thing is , you can’t understand” “Try me” He dares as he sits on the chair opposite mine.

When it opened on his floor, I continued towards the door. My fingers stopped just an inch away from the keypad. Go home. But I ended up punching in the password and opening the door. The moment I stepped in, it hit me. His pheromones. Thick and heavy, curling with the air. It rushed into me, sliding down my airway, settling in my lungs. My breath caught. Fuck. I steadied myself against the wall. And just like any omega would react to an Alpha, warmth bloomed low in my stomach, arousal glazing down my spine.

It was a journal - but whose? "Open it," The Shadow urged. "You'll find all the answers you seek within its pages." Celess hesitated for a moment before flipping open the book. What she saw inside made her blood run cold. It was her father's journal. Celess's heart raced as she flipped through the pages of her father's journal. Memories flooded back to her as she read about her father's struggles with being a vampire, his innermost thoughts and feelings about their kind and their place in the world.

Zephyrine, however, reached out her hand to pull me closer to her, a faint smile on her face as she softly asked, "What's written in the book? I just saw your expression... It seems like you're a little less than happy." She had just finished her shower, wearing a halter lace nightgown, her long wet hair falling down, her cheeks slightly flushed from the heat of the bathroom, and Zephyrine's heart suddenly softened as she reached out to take me into her arms. Looking at this kind of Zephyrine, my heart suddenly soft, can't help but reach out a hand to embrace her into the arms.Zephyrine instantly raised her hand and gently hit my spine, but did not push me away, only smiled and snapped, "You

We are able to control ourselves and our thoughts. “We can’t go to him, Golden. Please…” I’m helpless as I take out my clothes, throwing them to the floor. His scent of tuberose, his presence here is comfortable and solidifying. I lick my fingers and probe my hole with them; shoving into my tight walls. His presence here is killing me. That is why I’m so grateful when the Alpha suddenly returned. I could tell from the way his pheromones had dominated the entire place before he even stepped into our bedroom.

Her scent. Her closeness. The way her body reacted when I touched her. The way she said my name. The way she looked at me like she wanted something— And then denied it. Who could endure that? Not me. Not my wolf. My wolf was already losing it. Pacing. Growling. Demanding. Take her. Claim her. End this madness. I inhaled sharply. That scent again. It was stronger and thicker. And suddenly— My thoughts paused. Pheromones.

“You all had no right to touch me. You had no right to use me like the cheap women you are used to” “Used you?” He laughs. It’s a bitter laugh because his naked chest is puffing and huffing like he is going to shift to Silva and claw my neck. “Connor might have shut up and taken your insults all night about him killing our mother but I’m not him, River. I’m not going to stand here and take your crap of lies. Know what pheromones does to someone? They accelerate the need that’s already there and increase it a hundredfold. If you didn’t have that need for us, there’s no way they would have worked for you when we were near.

I must've been so engrossed in said work that I hadn't noticed someone walk in on me. “Mate. My mate," I heard the voice say, at the same time the pheromones hit me like a speeding truck. They were so strong, but not in the obnoxious way I was used to, it was pleasant, like a soft call of my name, calling out to me, reaching out to me, yearning for me.

“Only him. Only mine.” “You think I don’t notice?” I snarled. “You think I don’t feel how different you are? How you flinch when I say your older brother's name? How do you pull away when I get too close?” I gripped his wrists, pinned them above his head. “But your body doesn’t lie. It wants me. It needs me. Your pheromones... sweet, desperate, they’re calling to me. Can you smell how hard I am? Can you feel how much I want to ruin you for anyone else?”